May be, i would never ever understand
Or one leafy dusk by a mossy lake i may;
Why it took you, so much of me
To create so little of us?
The last boat may sail away,
The last star might darken,
The last hope may smother
Into an ever widening awakening
Of what Life has had to offer.
Yet, i may never understand.
Why it took you, so much of me
To build so little of us?
Or one leafy dusk by a mossy lake i may;
Why it took you, so much of me
To create so little of us?
The last boat may sail away,
The last star might darken,
The last hope may smother
Into an ever widening awakening
Of what Life has had to offer.
Yet, i may never understand.
Why it took you, so much of me
To build so little of us?
